Coincidence and convenience served as the initial catalysts for their friendship, both of their parents bringing them to the park each week at the same time after school to kill some time and burn some energy. As the adults exchanged names and numbers while talking about all of the fun play dates they could coordinate, the two girls began crafting an imaginary kingdom in the sand pit under the playground's tallest tower.

Days turned to weeks as their regular meetups cemented their friendship, and although they went to different schools, they considered each other best friends. Birthday parties, holidays, and sleep overs were scheduled, both having more fun than they could handle. On more than one occasion, their parents had caught them napping together, one spooned up against the other in a tight embrace.

To everyone who knew them, they operated as a singular unit when put together, full of joy and enthusiasm for life. However, when apart, their moods soured and difficulties arose. Eventually, both girls had a key to the other's home in order to allow them as much time together as they pleased, especially since they lived only a block away from each other.

The sleepovers continued, but with age comes maturity and with it the ability to observe details that once went unnoticed. During one such evening, the two were brushing their teeth together, the younger of the two suddenly needing to use the restroom. Urgency forced a break from decorum, and as she moved to the toilet, she raised the lid and pulled her pajamas and panties unceremoniously down to her knees.

Much to the older girl's surprise, her friend did not sit down, but instead held a strange rod from which urine began to flow. She said nothing, trying not to be too obvious about the unexpected shift in her understanding of her friend and the confusion it raised. Innocent curiosity lead her to asking her mother about it, simply wanting to learn more from an authority figure she presumed she could trust.

The consequences of that singular question rocked her little world. Her mother suddenly spent a lot of time angry, both on phone calls to various people as well as at her and her father. Misplaced outrage dominated the tone of many discussions with little sign of improvement occuring after several days.

Worst of all, the inseparable pair found themselves suddenly isolated from each other, prevented from interacting by the older girl's mother and her toxic behavior. Years of hard fought friendship were tossed away by an overzealous mother intent on retribution for an imagined slight.

At first the younger girl feared that she had been rejected by her friend, sorrow beginning to cloud her thoughts. Maybe she was broken, unworthy of love, or a monster? Maybe she was always destined for rejection just because of the curse of her biology clashing with her gender.

However, one afternoon she arrived home from school and threw open her bedroom curtains to a surprise. Taped to the outside of her window was a tourist map of the area with the park -- their shared kingdom -- circled in thick red marker. A time late in the evening was written next to it with a smiley face carefully inserted into the circles formed by the numbers.

As soon as she could pull away from her family, the younger girl rushed to the park, tearing past familiar benches, trees, and bushes to the playground upon which they met all those years ago. She choked back fear as she rounded the last bend in the path, silently praying for her familiar face.

Sitting on the edge of the sandbox sat the older girl, her long flowing locks preventing the other from seeing her face from a distance. The younger girl hesitated, suddenly very conscious of the one thing between her legs that differentiated the two of them. While puberty had yet to take its toll, the spectre could not be ignored, and she feared both it and losing her friend equally.

The lingering fear forced a pause in her hasty path, staring across the green grass at the side of her friend's downcast head. Yet while no words or sounds betrayed her presence, the intensity and power of her gaze gave rise to a tingling sensation on the back of the neck of the older girl.

Hesitantly, she raised her head and turned, brushing her bangs back over her ear and revealing a hopeful gaze. The two locked eyes across the distance, no words spoken yet volumes being conveyed. As the younger girl began walking tentatively forward, the older girl leapt to her feet and dashed towards her friend.

The two collapsed into each other's arms, each holding the other tighter and tighter in the moment and choking back their own tears. The moment lingered longer and longer as they both silently conveyed their feelings through the intensity of their embrace. After an eternity, the older girl pulled her head back and stared into the eyes of the other for a moment before leaning in for a hesitant first kiss.

Fireworks seemed to fly as gentle kisses grew in intensity until the pair found themselves back under the playground, standing in the shadowy sandbox out of view of most everyone. Hormones flowed, hearts beat faster, and long fantasized emotions coursed through both of them.

Unexpectedly, the older girl reached down between the other's legs and gingerly rubbed the growing lump. The next words, borne of imaginary adventures undertaken in that exact spot, would cement the transition from merely friends to lovers: "Let me rescue you, sweet princess."

The younger melted against the older, physical and emotional stimulus overloading her heart and mind. Their eyes locked, tears glistening both the older's hazel eyes and emerald orbs of the younger. Fingers intertwined as they began walking back towards the younger girl's house.

Her mother, tentatively hopeful from the beginning, threw open the door to the pair, joyous to see the two of them together once more. She bustled about the kitchen, fetching snacks and silently reminiscing about her own struggles with acceptance at her daughter's age. All the while, the two girls snuggled tightly in the younger girl's room and rapidly talked to make up for lost time.

They both paused briefly when they realized the younger girl's mom had called the older's home to inform them of the impromptu sleepover. While words of impotent rage spewed forth from the cellphone's speaker, the mom kept her calm, ending the call with a simple ultimatum: "Accept their love or risk losing your daughter to hate."

Emboldened by the outright support and defense of their burgeoning redefined relationship, the two returned to their innocent petting, gentle kisses and hesitant groping of the other's slim form giving way to giggling and laughter. As the younger's mom brought snacks up to the room, she smiled wide, vicariously enjoying the love and joy present in her home.

As she walked out and closed the door behind her, she caught a glimpse of the two staring deep into each other's eyes, the rest of the world forgotten as feelings once buried burst forth. Later she would need to have a conversation with her daughter about the complexities of physical intimacy, but she knew that all they needed for the moment was a space to be free to love.

"Let girls be girls," she thought with a smile as she walked downstairs, leaving the two to their romantic evening.

(yeah i know, the past few haven't had as much sex. @Droidgirl likes romantic stuff too, so i'm trying to have a healthy balance between the two. if you want something specific and sexy, send me a DM and maybe the next one will be your fantasy)